Sometimes I want to fly away,
Away from this land,
To go and give the needy,
One more helping hand.

Where kids are dying from starvation,
And their parents too,
I would help give them the food they needed,
To make their dreams come true.

Where people die every day,
From bombs flying in the air,
I would work in the hospitals,
And give them special care.

But what can I do, just me,
In this wretched world,
For I am just me,
One helpless little girl.

 
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